Darkblades. Last sunday
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baloonworldDarkblades. Yes. ummmmm hastle.
Well we were on danger time which was well earnt. I got to heal people for the first time. Its just like cats only they don't purr or scratch your eyes out.
Okay well the Justicy people hired us to go for a walk in the woods and find solis, who was described as a man called solis who would die if we asked for solis too much. This w/\s less than useful, but we set out anyway.
We found some balancy people who were tending to a peasent called ...ummmm I forget, anyhow he told us his tale of how some guys in black had 'touched him, that his very essance was drained from his body' I advised him to take up a carrier as a poet, but I don't think he was convinced. The balancy people said there were a couple of death preists in the ares, and to leave anyone else we found proped up somewhere where they'd find them, which was nice.
Then we wandered along the field a bit more and there were a couple in black that claimed to be worst nightmare, but Trantis held me back and I saw they wern't pink socks. After they poked us a few times, we charged in (why do people /do/that?), and beat them to the ground.
I checked and they wern't even wearing pink socks. Liers.
Then some guy charged out of the forrest followed by another topless guy in tartan. Praxis seems to have somthing against barbarians, although the ones I met were lovely. They vanished into the distance and we carried on.
Just inside the forest was a meditating elf who after finishing his meditations without being torn to pieces (*which what always happens to /us/), told us he was a warlock who should be looking after some wandering wizard. we told him abut the guys running past and he ran of after them. It was all rather slapstick.
Couple of bandits. Tantris rather bent on starting fights rather than letting the otherside do so, which works, but not if your as underprotected as he is. hopefully Auriniyan will like him enough that this won't be a problem in future. They seem to have similer attitudes to people who attack them. Poor ogre-mage. it was unique and we seem to have destryed it.
Actully something I overheard him say got me thinking... apprently he was some sort of temple-child, raised to his beleif and bribed with offers of power from an early age. Its not anything like as poor as the 'I created you. you shall obay me' sort of god, but all the same, theres something reassuring to being created and, apprently, left to get on with it. Jemmy's a sweetheart and I'd never turn from her, but only coz she's lovely.
Primal forces of chaos, not that you care, but Thank you.
I promise I'll do the same for anything I make.
Actully I really sould have revised that since I met the avatar.
Bunch of bandits. They kept treating praxis like she wasn't a vicious dyke, which lead to predictably emacitated bandits.
Carp chaos preistess, worshiping chaos in a 'I'm crap and will help a bunch of warriors assult passers-by' sort of way. I giues someones got to do it. Rowl'ra snaped her head off and I encrouged the enthropy of ther head a chest to increase a little. There wasn't enough of her left to raise, and hopefully no one will go to the effort of reserecting her. Why is it that I've only met 2 other chaos preistesses out here and they've both tried to spread chaos in a way that reflects a basic lack of immagination?
*sigh*
Next time I will leave them with a copy of the parable of the boring crap man, who was boring and crap. Either that or cast them from the fellowship of chaos with a ritual, a jar of icecream and some butterflys.
Anyhow another, rather more impressive 'bandit' attack, and some little guy turned up claiming to be solis. We finished that with Torrent and Trantis on the floor, my leg hurt alot; Interfector healed it, but was unable to control his own grimice of pain as he did so. Oh dear. Anyhow, I found out that people are very similer to cats. Also the varient I wrote based on the life book, that mentioned the less-than-popular theory that life was an accident or a joke of the the Great Old Ones seemed to work. I hope it worked because of someone else taking the piss, really I do. Worried now.
Some guys turned up, I wonder how they were still alive...Cactus appears to be some sort of freedom god. a witnessing one. They didn't get on with our random hired guard, but they did work out a way of making spiky baloons, so they can't be all bad. They did give me sticks and then demand them back which was very mean of them. Still they healed people up quit a bit, which we rather needed. Then we prayed and breeze and xandrial meditated on their inner chi or whatever it is that they do. After that interfector was in a state to heal up trantis, who'd had his head broken.
Solis told us that his boss had guards at the top of the hill, so we snuck up it very quietly, I made our new bandit friend faster but he still died in the ensuing fight. Solis got his throat slit, but breeze screamed at me and interfector to help him, so we did. with about a second to go.
Solis's boss turned up with some minions, and cut Torrent in half. Now standing perfectly still looking there wrong way while some huge guy with a whopping great axe stomps towards you is silly, so i try not to do it too much, but sometimes its unavoidable, which is why he broke my arm.
Eventully we dropped his followers and he escaped, but Rowl'ra, Solis, and Trantis had all died in the excitment. We must get less breakable patrol membors somehow. Maybe I should make them faster more often? that might work, although I did offer.
On the way home we met some more of the Cactus-liking people and they got attacked, possibly by mis-informed hirelings after us. One of them looked a bit like the leader who got away, but ardwin thought that one of the others did. I thought he was ment to be observent. maybe he isn't and has been bluffing the whole track-following thing. He might be; I wouldn't know.
Anyhow, we kinda caught up with him but he ran away and interfector dropped Row'la'ra's body and me and Xandrial dragged it after the rest. Apprenty he got away, and then we went to barraks for tea and something alomst but not entirly unlike cake.
Well we were on danger time which was well earnt. I got to heal people for the first time. Its just like cats only they don't purr or scratch your eyes out.
Okay well the Justicy people hired us to go for a walk in the woods and find solis, who was described as a man called solis who would die if we asked for solis too much. This w/\s less than useful, but we set out anyway.
We found some balancy people who were tending to a peasent called ...ummmm I forget, anyhow he told us his tale of how some guys in black had 'touched him, that his very essance was drained from his body' I advised him to take up a carrier as a poet, but I don't think he was convinced. The balancy people said there were a couple of death preists in the ares, and to leave anyone else we found proped up somewhere where they'd find them, which was nice.
Then we wandered along the field a bit more and there were a couple in black that claimed to be worst nightmare, but Trantis held me back and I saw they wern't pink socks. After they poked us a few times, we charged in (why do people /do/that?), and beat them to the ground.
I checked and they wern't even wearing pink socks. Liers.
Then some guy charged out of the forrest followed by another topless guy in tartan. Praxis seems to have somthing against barbarians, although the ones I met were lovely. They vanished into the distance and we carried on.
Just inside the forest was a meditating elf who after finishing his meditations without being torn to pieces (*which what always happens to /us/), told us he was a warlock who should be looking after some wandering wizard. we told him abut the guys running past and he ran of after them. It was all rather slapstick.
Couple of bandits. Tantris rather bent on starting fights rather than letting the otherside do so, which works, but not if your as underprotected as he is. hopefully Auriniyan will like him enough that this won't be a problem in future. They seem to have similer attitudes to people who attack them. Poor ogre-mage. it was unique and we seem to have destryed it.
Actully something I overheard him say got me thinking... apprently he was some sort of temple-child, raised to his beleif and bribed with offers of power from an early age. Its not anything like as poor as the 'I created you. you shall obay me' sort of god, but all the same, theres something reassuring to being created and, apprently, left to get on with it. Jemmy's a sweetheart and I'd never turn from her, but only coz she's lovely.
Primal forces of chaos, not that you care, but Thank you.
I promise I'll do the same for anything I make.
Actully I really sould have revised that since I met the avatar.
Bunch of bandits. They kept treating praxis like she wasn't a vicious dyke, which lead to predictably emacitated bandits.
Carp chaos preistess, worshiping chaos in a 'I'm crap and will help a bunch of warriors assult passers-by' sort of way. I giues someones got to do it. Rowl'ra snaped her head off and I encrouged the enthropy of ther head a chest to increase a little. There wasn't enough of her left to raise, and hopefully no one will go to the effort of reserecting her. Why is it that I've only met 2 other chaos preistesses out here and they've both tried to spread chaos in a way that reflects a basic lack of immagination?
*sigh*
Next time I will leave them with a copy of the parable of the boring crap man, who was boring and crap. Either that or cast them from the fellowship of chaos with a ritual, a jar of icecream and some butterflys.
Anyhow another, rather more impressive 'bandit' attack, and some little guy turned up claiming to be solis. We finished that with Torrent and Trantis on the floor, my leg hurt alot; Interfector healed it, but was unable to control his own grimice of pain as he did so. Oh dear. Anyhow, I found out that people are very similer to cats. Also the varient I wrote based on the life book, that mentioned the less-than-popular theory that life was an accident or a joke of the the Great Old Ones seemed to work. I hope it worked because of someone else taking the piss, really I do. Worried now.
Some guys turned up, I wonder how they were still alive...Cactus appears to be some sort of freedom god. a witnessing one. They didn't get on with our random hired guard, but they did work out a way of making spiky baloons, so they can't be all bad. They did give me sticks and then demand them back which was very mean of them. Still they healed people up quit a bit, which we rather needed. Then we prayed and breeze and xandrial meditated on their inner chi or whatever it is that they do. After that interfector was in a state to heal up trantis, who'd had his head broken.
Solis told us that his boss had guards at the top of the hill, so we snuck up it very quietly, I made our new bandit friend faster but he still died in the ensuing fight. Solis got his throat slit, but breeze screamed at me and interfector to help him, so we did. with about a second to go.
Solis's boss turned up with some minions, and cut Torrent in half. Now standing perfectly still looking there wrong way while some huge guy with a whopping great axe stomps towards you is silly, so i try not to do it too much, but sometimes its unavoidable, which is why he broke my arm.
Eventully we dropped his followers and he escaped, but Rowl'ra, Solis, and Trantis had all died in the excitment. We must get less breakable patrol membors somehow. Maybe I should make them faster more often? that might work, although I did offer.
On the way home we met some more of the Cactus-liking people and they got attacked, possibly by mis-informed hirelings after us. One of them looked a bit like the leader who got away, but ardwin thought that one of the others did. I thought he was ment to be observent. maybe he isn't and has been bluffing the whole track-following thing. He might be; I wouldn't know.
Anyhow, we kinda caught up with him but he ran away and interfector dropped Row'la'ra's body and me and Xandrial dragged it after the rest. Apprenty he got away, and then we went to barraks for tea and something alomst but not entirly unlike cake.
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Date: 2003-06-17 04:28 am (UTC)Hug Jemmy for me, will you. And Paul. :-)